Back home again to... peace?

You got two steaming kisses at the door, one from Becks and another from Tasha. The text from Sabrina had come in sometime during the third round with them, letting you know it was safe to come home. Not wanting to go back to see Sabrina’s sister again reeking of sex (even if Sabrina would have probably found it hot), you and the girls had jumped into the shower and they’d had fun getting you hard again while you’d had your hands full of soap-slippery breasts and ass.

They didn’t put your cock to use again fully, though, and by the time you were on the bus headed towards your new home for the last week of summer you were thankfully no longer sporting a tent in your shorts. It was late afternoon, which meant Gemma was somewhere in her early morning - probably too early to text yet. She’d been driving with two of her older brothers and Birdie back to Sydney and it was supposed to be a 15-hour drive, but they were splitting it over two days. You’d asked why not drive through the night with four drivers, and apparently, even in her brother’s bigger pickup, kangaroos at night were a menace to almost anything smaller than an 18-wheeler, so they would have been on the road a long fucking time and possibly late into the evening, and getting up again early to continue on. You weren’t about to wake her up for anything short of an emergency.

Of course, depending on how things ended at the apartment between Sabrina andEmma, there might be one.

You were about halfway back when you started getting texts from Tasha - the photos from the last couple of hours. They might not have been quite as good quality as what Sabrina would put together for proper releases, but that meant they had that more personal touch, too. They were real, not staged. And God, Becks and Tasha looked good with your cock in them.

Then, weirdly, Tasha sent ‘Oops! Sorry!’

You sent back some question marks because you didn’t see anything wrong other than the fact that you had to make sure no one else on the bus could see your phone screen.

‘Was sending them to Sabrina and Gemma at the same time,’ Tasha replied with a grimacing face. Then she forwarded a picture from Gemma, who looked dead tired and with her head on a motel pillow in a dark room, flashing the camera her middle finger.

‘Oops,’ you replied. ‘She’ll forgive you… eventually.’

When you got back to the apartment you considered stopping to buy some more pastries before heading up. Or flowers. Or wine. Anything to potentially distract either of the two sisters, like throwing steaks to guard dogs.

With a sigh, you shook your head and headed up.

Emma answered the door this time, looking you up and down with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, Sabrina said I should come back?”

Emma pursed her lips slightly, still openly eyeing you like she was suspicious of every article of clothing you were wearing, your backpack and potentially every square inch of skin on your body. “Uh huh,” she answered.

“So…?”

She moved aside, pulling the door further open, and let you in.

“Hey, baby,” Sabrina said, coming around from the direction of the bedroom. “Did you have fun out with the girls?”

“Plenty,” you said. “But it would have been better if you’d been there too.”

She smiled sweetly and came to you, slipping into your arms and kissing you with a gentle peck. “Maybe we can do it another time,” she said. “It would be fun to see people reacting to those two in bikinis.”

You laughed, heading towards the bedroom and tossing your backpack inside to be unpacked when you had a chance. “Yeah, well, you’re not wrong about that. Doesn’t mean they wouldn’t have been enraptured by you too, though.”

Sabrina smirked a little, shaking her head. “Look, I know I’m good-looking and have a nice little body, but next to Becks and Tash eyes will shoot like magnets to their… more bouncy assets.”

You groaned in disagreement. “Some guys like your build better, Sabrina.”

“You say as you date both me and Gemma,” she shot back with a grin and a roll of her eyes.

Emma had been hovering in the doorway from the entryway and the kitchen, watching the two of you. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, her face back to that stoic cold expression that made her look like she was feeling nothing, which then seemed almost mean in its own way.

“So how did the conversation go?” you asked.

Sabrina sighed softly, frowning in a ‘long story’ kind of way, then looked over to her sister briefly before reaching out to you. “Come sit at the table,” she said. You let her take your hand and lead you to the kitchen table, and she had you sit at one end and she sat in the middle. Then she looked atEmma and just raised her eyebrows.Emma pursed her lips again, whether in thought or displeasure, it was hard to tell, and came over and slid into the chair at the opposite end of the table from you.

Sabrina took one calm, measured breath, then looked at you while still holding your hand. “I’ve toldEmma everything about what we do, and who we’ve been with. I’ve shown her the OnlyFans account, our business and content planning, and all the backend stuff we do. We’ve come to an understanding, and she knows you only know the bare basics of what’s going on and why Katherine sent her here. Before she makes any decisions, she wants to talk with you one-on-one to confirm what I’ve been telling her.”

“And to make sure you haven’t brainwashed her or something,”Emma finally chipped in. She had her arms crossed again as she looked across the table at you.

“Apparently, she has a concern you’re starting a cult,” Sabrina said with a little smirk. “A sex cult. Which, I mean, I would be down for, but that’s not a super convincing argument.”

You blew out a breath. “Well, uh… No, I have no culty aspirations,” you said. “Are we having this conversation now?”

Sabrina nodded, and explained she was going to go shopping to find a proper ‘thank you’ gift for Garrison to show how much you, Gemma, Sabrina and Eric appreciated his mentorship over the summer. She’d come back with dinner.

In minutes she had her shoes on and she was out the door.

And then it was just you andEmma, her cold eyes boring holes in you across the kitchen table.

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